There was a poem:

Facing the wall for nine years, you can't see through the yin and yang intervals.

The immortals and demons thought about it, and finally realized that light and darkness were the same!

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Coming down from Yanxia Mountain, you will arrive at Yancheng. Go out from the east gate of Yancheng and go all the way to the east, you can reach Dust Island.

Yu Yan stepped on a gray-white fairy sword under his feet, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering. The mountains were covered with mist, leaving a long trail as he flew past.

Soon, he saw a sea of dust. The surface of the sea was a silvery gray color, and a mist rose like dust. In the eyes of poetic people, it is just like the advent of Luoshen, Ling Bo microstep, Luo socks dust. In the eyes of the uninteresting, it is merely a symbol of danger, and passing ships often sink here because the road ahead is not clear in the fog.

The streets by the sea were bustling, and Yu Yan knew that this was for those mortals who had just ascended. Edgeworth's flight slowed down, and the gray sword stood diagonally and stopped in the street, allowing him to walk down easily. As soon as he stood on the ground, the sword swished, flew upside down, and plunged itself into the scabbard on Yu Yan's back.

If you land like this in another place, it will attract a lot of talk from passers-by. But this is different in Mortal Street, Edgeworth flying is commonplace, and there is no shortage of fourth-order or even fifth-order masters here.

At noon, the street is very lively, people come and go at the entrance of the inn, and many vendors pull passers-by to sell their goods, fortune tellers, medicine sellers, gamblers, everything. Yu Yan waved his hand, and the people could see that he was not new, and consciously got out of the way, and he walked into a tavern.

He sat down at a table by the window and asked Xiao Er to serve a jug of wine.

Most of the taverns in Shengchen Street are for mortals who have just ascended, and if you don't put the copper coins that are common in the fairy world on the table in advance, the shopkeeper will bring you the inferior wine to deal with those who have no money. After a long time, many people don't know the delicacy of the real "raw dust wine", which when poured into a glass, will rise a strong smell like a thick fog on the sea of raw dust.

Every time Yu Yan comes here, he will ask for such a pot of raw dust wine. He wasn't an alcoholic, but it was a drink that helped him recover after a long journey.

"I've heard that the Demon Sect has been making a lot of trouble lately, and several gangs have been fighting." Someone was chatting behind Yu Yan.

"Really? Why did they fight? ”

"Can my message be fake? I heard that the sect master of the recently rising 'Heaven Devouring Demon Sect' had obtained a treasure, and he wanted to use this treasure to swallow other sects and unify the Demon Sect. ”

"Is there such a powerful treasure in the world? Then why didn't the decent side interfere? ”

"I heard that the decent side is deliberately not interfering, think about it, if those small sects in the Demon Sect are destroyed, it won't be a good thing for their decency? It's just that I pity those ordinary people, the people of the Demon Cult are acting viciously, and many innocent people have died in vain! ”

"Alas, these decent people are also right, for their own selfishness, they put our ordinary people in fire and water, what does this have to do with those demon sects that kill innocents indiscriminately......"

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and the two who spoke were startled, and when they looked back, they saw a young man in a white robe slapping his long sword on the table. The two of them saw that he was a decent person, and knew that they had just talked too much, so they picked up the wine and food on the table and sat down in a different position.

Yu Yan picked up the wine on the table and poured it into his throat in one gulp, the aroma of the wine was strong, but his heart was still a little blocked.

The matter between the fairy world and mortals has always been entangled, and he also came to this dust island for this matter today.

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"The Immortal Master is here today for the sake of this world?" The boatman was an old man, with a gray beard, and had heard that the ship had been sailing on this dusty sea for decades. The boatmen who travel between the street and the dust island are basically this age, and their eyesight is not good, but in this dense mist, vision is no longer important, and hearing is what they have relied on for decades.

"I have to come every year, and this year there is such a big thing in the world, and I should come and see it." Yu Yan stood in the bow of the boat, answering the boatman's question in a calm voice.

"Immortal Master Mo is not from Yunyanmen?" The boatman said suddenly.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to see it. Yu Yan was a little surprised.

"The old man has been sailing on this sea for decades, and he has crossed an unknown number of people, but those immortal masters and Taoist elders saw that the old man was just a mortal, so they didn't talk to me. The old man rowed on his own, never talking to anyone. But just now, the old man crossed a person to the island, and he taught the old man how to tell which sect they came from through the patterns and patterns on the Taoist robes of the immortal masters. ”

Yu Yan looked down at the patterns on his robe, which were a few gray wisps of smoke, and the old boatman should have recognized them through these.

"Who is he? Why did you teach this? Yu Yan asked curiously.

The old man didn't know very well, there were no lines on the Taoist robe he was wearing, so he couldn't tell which sect he was. However, he taught me these things to ask the old man to help. The boatman said.

"How can you help?" Yu Yan asked.

"He asked the old man to bring a message to the immortal masters who crossed the sea, 'Keep an eye out for a girl from the present world with a plum blossom tattooed on her body.' The boatman said word for word.

"A girl from the present world with plum blossoms tattooed on her body?" The smoke was unclear.

The old man took a little money from him, so he naturally wanted to help him bring the words. He also said that he should beware of the people of the Demon Sect, and if he saw that the person was not a decent person, he would not tell him this. The boatman added.

"The people of the Demon Cult are here too?" Yu Yan's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.

At this time, the boat has docked, and Yu Yan handed over the money from the ferry to the boatman and landed on Dust Island.

"Plum blossoms, in this world, girl? And the Demon Cult? Yu Yan looked at the ferry that disappeared into the fog, and these irrelevant words kept flashing in his mind, and he didn't know what the mysterious man meant by asking the boatman to bring these words.

He decided to put this aside and turned around and walked towards the center of the island.

The fog of the sea of dust was blown to the island by the sea breeze, and accumulated in the depression in the center of the island, causing the fog to be thicker than the rest of the sea, to the point that when you could not see your fingers, your eyes were white.

The gray and white sword behind his back flew out with a sudden blow and fell into Yu Yan's hand, where he held it tightly. The visibility is extremely low, and the danger here is naturally extremely high, and at any moment a ghost hand can reach out from the dense fog and strangle the neck of passers-by.

I don't know how many people from other sects came, but if the Demon Sect was also involved in this matter, it would be really terrible. Yu Yan thought as he walked through the fog towards the center of the island.

In a few moments, he saw something hidden in the fog.

That's a door.

These doors are all made of special stones, and they are filled with spiritual power to communicate with another world.

In the words of the present world, this kind of gate is called "the gate of the fairy world".

However, Yu Yan thought the name was ridiculous, believing that it was the product of mortals' fantasies about the fairy world.

The fairy world is not beautiful at all, there are more dangers here, there are more fights and fights.

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Many of the gates of the fairy realm in the dense fog have dried up, they have exhausted their spiritual power, and they have become a pile of waste stones, hollow, and if you enter from one side, you will only come out from the other side.

There were about seven or eight doors, all of which were depleted and placed in no order, and in many places they were even staggered, and some even collapsed.

Finally, Yu Yan found a gate to the fairy realm that was still open, and it was full of spiritual power, and white light continued to flash through the stones that formed the door frame.

In the middle of the door frame, there is a thin white light curtain, on which there are still layers of ripples, it seems that someone came out of it not long ago.

Yu Yan took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, he wanted to destroy this open door of the fairy world, in case other bad things came in from this door and ran rampant in the fairy world.

Just as he had drawn a spell and was about to stick it on the door to suck out all the spiritual power in the door, a sharp wind suddenly came from behind.

Yu Yan didn't look back, and the gray-white long sword automatically broke free from his hand and flew behind him, blocking the attack.

However, he soon sensed that something was wrong. The thing behind him was infinitely powerful, and the fairy sword couldn't stop it at all.

Turning back slowly, Yu Yan wanted to see how powerful this demon from this world was.

Then he saw it, a monster with brown skin, shriveled muscles, elongated limbs, and sharp teeth and nails.

The monster bit the gray-white fairy sword and pulled it hard, throwing it away several times.

"It's amazing." Yu Yan sighed.

He was about to control the fairy sword to cut the monster to the ground when he suddenly felt more movement coming from other directions in the thick fog.

"Isn't there more than one?"